My Whole Expanse I Cannot See…

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Nov 3

Suicide Party

Category: Creative Flash

I’m a suicide party with no refreshments. I’ve no chocolates with razor-blade centers, no arsenic covered hors devours. I’ve no thalidomide wine to wash it all down. No waiters serving whole-grain crackers topped with a quick shotgun blast to the face. There are no crucifixes for one to hang one’s coat, or oneself. I’m a horribly under-staffed and under-stocked, poorly decorated wake not to be. I’ve but one lonely guest, and all I have to offer is time, time that they don’t want.


3 Comments so far

  1. Ormolu November 3rd, 2008 1:46 pm

    Brilliant! Keep writing.


  2. Mama November 4th, 2008 1:46 am

    I am worried about you!

  3. Does it matter?? February 4th, 2016 7:57 pm

    The best fucking thing I’ve read in a long time. You have no idea how much I can relate to’re an incredible person and depression is a bitch. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy..